Author: Sivan Shemesh email@example.com
Disclaimer: Based on "The Ugly Duckling" by Hans Christian Andersen. Characters belong to Tolkien though they are not mine, never were.
Warning: Emotional feelings, angst, violence. No character death! Probably tissues are needed.
Summary: We all knew about Legolas's beauty, but what story/past is Legolas trying to hide? Find out, as King Elessar tells Legolas' story to his son.
A/N: Aragorn had many names, so apart of Aragorn I used – Estel, and King Elessar. Changing names.
A/N2: The fic was written for Teitho for theme – Middle Earth Fairy-Tales.
"He must be very lonely out there… and I feel sorry for him…"
"Why should you feel sorry for him?" Elrohir asked his brother, thinking that Aragorn had lost his mind when he looked at the prince.
"Look what he has done to you!" Elladan added, and Elrohir nodded as he agreed with his brother's words.
Aragorn sighed heavily, and said, "But… he is there, alone, with no father, no friends…"
"And you want to be his friend?" Elladan asked, once again cutting him off.
"Yes, I want to be his friend, if he only he would let me…" Aragorn confessed sadly.
"Except he prefers to be alone… is that what you are saying, little brother?" Elrohir asked as he embraced Aragorn.
Estel nodded, as he knew they were right. He could feel tears prickling in his eyes, and tried to stop them from falling. Then he realised what Elrohir called him.
"I am not that little!" Estel exclaimed.
"We know that, but to us, you are," Elladan said softly.
"Come, little brother, the king is waiting… come…" he continued, and took his brother's hand.
"The king?" Estel asked confused.
"Come brother, I think you might need a good night's sleep," Elrohir answered gently.
Estel did not say anything, but allowed himself to be led back to the palace.
End of Flashback
"I guess my uncles did not like the creature… they wanted you to stay away from him…" Eldarion said softly. He looked at his father, who appeared deep in thought.
King Elessar only nodded, his mind still in the past, remembering, always remembering…
"Did he become your friend?" Eldarion asked.
"He did after he saw that I was not going to give up. It did not matter to me if he were ugly." Aragorn answered.
"I am glad that he did…" Eldarion agreed with his Adar.
Aragorn nodded and smiled at his son.
"Did you see? Did you actually see the beauty in Legolas? Did you see the change?" Eldarion asked all at once.
"Not right away, I mean…" Aragorn started to say, but his voice trailed off as the memories of the past returned, and he allowed his mind to wander…
Aragorn walked day after day to try and find the elf – no, his friend – who was hiding in the trees. He would walk into in the forest but noticed that every time he went, Legolas was not there. After a couple of days he realized where he could find Legolas. He walked to the stream and found the elf there.
"Legolas?" he called.
Legolas raised his head, and asked, "Is that me? Am I that ugly?"
Aragorn took a glance and he swallowed hard as he thought of Legolas' ugly face. He was surprised to see a beautiful change to his friend, and he gave Legolas a large smile.
"What are you smiling at?" Legolas asked, feeling hurt by his smile.
"Look in the water my friend, and you will see…" Aragorn said, still smiling at him.
Legolas turned his head and looked down into the water, afraid of what he was going to see. He did not notice Aragorn stepping up behind him.
"Do not be afraid, my friend, I am still here…" Aragorn encouraged him and put his hand on Legolas' shoulder, squeezing it.
Legolas saw his face reflected in the water and stared.
"No, this is not me… there is no way that I look like that! It must be the work of a sorcerer…" Legolas said, unable to believe what he saw.
"No, my friend, this is you…" Aragorn said joyfully.
Legolas moved his hands over his face, to touch, to feel it. Soon he felt the happiness bubbling up inside of him. He was beautiful!
"I have a pretty face, look at me! I am beautiful! LOOK AT ME!" Legolas started to shout with happiness.
Aragorn did not do anything but smile and laugh at the prince.
Legolas could feel how his despair had seemed to have faded away, and all that remained was the hope that he thought he had lost since his father had banished him.
"Do you wish to see your father?" Aragorn asked suddenly.
Legolas' smile vanished. He was still afraid of his father, and worried that Thranduil wanted him banished for good, not wanting to have him as a son at all.
"I…" Legolas tried to say, but felt that he couldn't say anything further.
"I will come with you…" Aragorn tried to cheer him up and added, "Come… come with me… I will protect you if…"
"If they attack me… as they have done before…" Legolas finished angrily.
"No… do not think this way, my friend… you will see…" Aragorn tried to encourage him and took Legolas' hand in his.
Legolas' eyes rested on Aragorn, and he said, "Then I am in your debt."
"Come… follow me…" Aragorn said, another smile appearing on his face.
Legolas followed him with a heavy heart as he feared his father's reaction.
As they entered the palace, he noticed the wondering looks upon the faces of the elves as they saw him, and he heard them speaking to one another.
"Who is he?"
"Why is the man bringing him here?"
Aragorn held onto Legolas' hand and led him towards Thranduil's room, and went inside. He was not alone.
Thranduil sat on his chair, while the twins were standing in front of him, telling the king something.
"Estel, I missed your company," Thranduil said softly to the man, and then glared at the shape that stood behind Estel.
"Who is this elf?" Elrohir asked. There was no emotion was in his voice, no excitement, nothing.
"This elf was 'no one' before, though he was once called 'Prince Legolas' many years ago…"
"Legolas? Is that you my son?" Thranduil stood at once, surprised to see and to face the son who he had banished years before because he was ugly and unwanted in his realm.
"Fat…" Legolas tried to say the word, but he felt that he could not finish it.
His father had not been there for him when Legolas needed him, and now he was proud of him because he was beautiful?
Thranduil walked towards his son with his arms outstretched.
He embraced his son, but Legolas only stood there, watching his father as if he was a hunter.
The prince did not hug his father back; he did not have any feelings for him, not after what he had done to him.
"Legolas… forgive me…" Thranduil started to cry on his son's shoulder.
Legolas lowered his head and did not say anything, and then he pulled away from his father's embrace and ran out of the room.
"LEGOLAS!" Aragorn shouted. But Legolas ran without looking back. He felt that he needed his friends, his best friends that were there for him when he needed them the most.
Aragorn followed Legolas, wondering what was wrong.
"Legolas?" he called. He looked around him, not able to see the prince. A slight rustling of leaves made him look up.
"I am no one and, believe me, it is better this way…" Legolas said within the branches, not wanting to be seen.
"No… Legolas, listen to me… do not fear your beauty… bless the Valar…" Aragorn tried to say, but was cut off by his friend.
"For what should I bless the Valar? For making me ugly? For living alone as everyone wished that I was dead?"
End of Chapter 3.
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